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"Lan Youyou!"

Feng Lixin snapped, "The one who should shut up is you! Don\'t put your dirty, sinful thoughts on the ball! Her world should be clean and pure! "

"Feng Lixin, what right do you have to scold me? What qualifications do you have to reprimand me? "

Lan Youyou who was on the verge of losing control was like a hedgehog.

"Just based on the fact that they called me \'Papa\' for five years!"

Feng Lixin paused for a second or two before answering.

"Pfft!" Feng Lixin, do you really think that you can be called papa all the time? You\'re just an impostor! It is Feng Xinglang who, in order to take into account your feelings of being weak to the point of being unable to withstand a single blow! Feng Lixin, you should wake up, stop deceiving yourself! "

When Lan Youyou started cursing at Feng Lixin, he almost treated him like a grandson and scolded him harshly. He completely ignored Feng Lixin\'s feelings.

"The one who should wake up is you, Lan Youyou! If you dare to say or do anything that hurts, I will definitely not forgive you! "

Feng Lixin\'s eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

This was the result of the outburst after five years of accumulation; it was also the realization of how heartbroken Feng Lixin was after seeing his own little brother here with his own son with his own eyes!

For him, Feng Lixin, little brother Feng Xinglang had already given up too much! The human heart was all grown up, so he could even more understand Feng Xinglang\'s gratitude and gratitude towards that dead child who had come back to him after losing his life.

"Then tell me, why do you want to not forgive me?"

Lan Youyou\'s exclaiming nature was still as distinct and personality as before.

"Alright, you two stop talking. It\'ll scare the group!"

Butler Mo said in a gentle and stern voice as she forcefully hugged Little Princess Feng from Lan Youyou\'s embrace, half dragging and half dragging.

Feng Lixin stopped his harsh refutation with Lan Youyou, and extended his hand out to gently caress his little princess.

"Bound, remember this: That little brother is your blood relative brother. From now on, you will love each other. Do you understand?"

Feng Lixin said warmly. He hoped that Little Princess Feng would always be cute and kind.

"Really? Does that mean I\'ll have a brother in the future? "

The cute girl stopped crying and looked towards Lan Youyou with fear.

"He\'s not your brother! He\'s a wild boy! You are the true princess of Feng Xinglang! "

Of course Lan Youyou would not accept Linnuo\'s existence. Feng Xinglang could only be the father of her daughter, Feng Tuantuan.

"Lan Youyou, wake up! "Actually, the girl in the circle is …"

"First Young Master!" The Butler Mo called out to the uncontrollable Feng Lixin, "You should go chase after the Second Young Master! Those people probably won\'t harm the young master, you go and try to persuade Second Young Master not to be too cruel! We should think things over carefully! "

As if he had also realized that he had lost control of himself, Feng Lixin pursed her lips and nodded.

"Take care of them." After warning Butler Mo once again, Feng Lixin left the Feng Family.

Seeing her mother Lan Youyou\'s sudden hideous look, Feng Xiao Princess was still a little afraid. Mommy usually quarreled with Papa, but it wasn\'t as scary as it was tonight.

As a result, the little guy tightly embraced Butler Mo\'s neck, and didn\'t dare to approach the abnormal Mommy Lan Youyou.

Walking out of Feng Family, Feng Lixin called Yan Bang.

He briefly told Yan Bang everything that had just happened in the Feng Family.

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Ferrari ran like an arrow leaving the bow, roaring and chasing after the two anti-riot vehicle in front of him.

Feng Xinglang\'s mind was only filled with thoughts of taking back his child.

The blood of his loved ones, the continuation of his life.

Little Fifteen sat in Hetun\'s embrace, feeling very depressed the entire time. Hetun also did not ask him anything, because he could hear everything that was happening in the Feng Family\'s living room. Thus, there was no need for him to ask.

Hetun was still quite satisfied with Feng Xinglang\'s reaction. What he wanted was precisely the kind of overwhelming emotion that Feng Xinglang had when he saw his own son. This way, it would increase the atmosphere for the multiple choice questions that he would have to decide in a few days\' time.

One was Feng Xinglang\'s son that he had lost and the other was Feng Xinglang\'s daughter that he had raised himself … Just thinking about it made him excited.

Of course, Hetun only sees the surface of some things.

"Foster father, Feng Xinglang has caught up."

Xing Ba\'s voice came from the anti-riot vehicle behind the blue-toothed equipment on the carriage.

"Then let him chase us! Just warm up first! "

Hetun laughed coldly and used his slightly rough fingers to stroke the little guy\'s face.

The moment he heard Xing Eight\'s words, Little Fifteen immediately turned around and looked through the rear window.

A Ferrari Extreme Runner could be seen in Old Xing\'s anti-riot vehicle chariot.

That bastard Feng Xinglang is really here? Isn\'t this courting death?

The little guy bit his lips, looking gloomy. It seemed to be very nervous about the situation after the anti-riot vehicle.

"Fifteen, are you worried about your foster father? Or are you worried about your bastard dad? "

The Hetun asked leisurely. It even seemed to be a little sour.

How should he put it? When Hetun took Lin Xueluo away from him five years ago, his objective was clear and ruthless: To use this little fellow to fight his own father, Feng Xinglang, to the death!

However, after five years of nurturing, Hetun couldn\'t help but have a strange feeling towards the little thing in her arms.

Moreover, this little thing looked like the woman on his heart!

Therefore, Hetun wanted to deceive himself and have a dream: to dream that this little fellow would be his and that woman\'s child …

No matter how vicious or cruel a person was, they all had the softest place in the depths of his soul!

But when the Hetun was awake, he would clearly know that this was only a dream that he would never be able to achieve!

"He\'s not my biological father! He\'s just a bastard! "

The little fellow stopped looking behind the window and turned around, snuggling into Hetun\'s embrace.

The little guy seemed to somewhat miss the gentle embrace of the Hetun. That was his safe haven.

With a smooth \'S\' drifting away, the Ferrari Suo Runner successfully lost the anti-riot vehicle that was at the back, driving beside the Hetun\'s car.

Ferrari obviously wanted to stop the anti-riot vehicle, but he was afraid. He didn\'t dare to make any excessive colliding movements.

The reason was obvious: Feng Xinglang was worried that his son would be injured inside the carriage!

"Twelve, ram into him and ruthlessly give him a whack!"

Hetun hugged Little Fifteen tightly in his embrace. He was making good use of this weakness that was the heart of Feng Xinglang\'s protector.

Although the speed of the anti-riot vehicle was not as fast as Ferrari\'s, it was extremely resistant to collisions. The two cars moved side by side, and Feng Xinglang was forced to dodge.

"Foster father, the right side of the road has been sealed. There are two stone blocks in front of us, one car is enough to drive there, Feng Xinglang is standing against us … "

"Don\'t worry, just rush over! Feng Xinglang only knows how to hit his own stone blocks, he doesn\'t dare to hit us! "

Hetun lowered his head and rubbed against the little fellow\'s baby fat cheeks, feeling extremely confident.

With such a fast speed, Feng Xinglang only had two choices:

One was to always stand against the anti-riot vehicle. As a result, both cars would crash into the stone block! That way, he could force the anti-riot vehicle to stop!

The other method was for him to knock into a stone block and make way for the anti-riot vehicle …